*Taylor’s Dream*
Taylor stood in a door way, backstage in an unformiluar arena. As he looked around the room, in the haze of a dark corner, shy and very nervous a girl with long hair stood watching him. As he tried to go over to her, fans crowed him asking for autographs. He would get threw and then another and another and another would form. When he finally got threw, he tried to go to her but would be in slow motion as everything else would run quickly at normal speed around him. He tired to reach out his hand to tough her, but was too far away. Suddenly out of the hazy black and white picture, Everything went dark. . .
As he heard the sound of the enjoins and the clicking of Isaac’s computer he realized, the dream was
over. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the corner with a puzzled face. Isaac looked up and stopped
typing.
“Are you ok?” Isaac asked. Taylor jolted and quickly looked up.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just had an odd dream is all.” Taylor replied. Isaac returned back to his work and Taylor laid
back down. Trying to remember what she looked like, he couldn’t remember. He closed his eyes and held his
hand tying to remember and in hopes of returning to the dream.
As Ashley slept her dream made her toss in her sleep.
*Ashley’s Dream*
She was in a room with many girls she didn’t know. Scared, she stood alone not knowing anyone in a dark corner so no one could see her. She looked over to the door way across the room and a tall man stood watching her. As people moved around him she froze. The only thing she could do was watch him. As he made his way threw the people, he walked over to her and reached out of her. She wanted to move but couldn’t.
Ashley shot her eyes open and sat up in her bed. She looked over to the window in the dark room. Trying so hard to remember the dream she could only remember what happened even though she cared to know who the person was, and where she was, along with what she was doing there. Ashley ran her hands threw her long hair and tried to think of the face. It was a black and white picture and she couldn’t remember a thing. She sighed and lay back in bed holding her hand and trying to remember.
© Marie Zamora. 2000